WET= What Extra Teammates?

Ah...It feels good to be lounging in the living room in Moyer with thoughts of reflection, embarrassment, triumph, and satisfaction flowing through my head. It's been over a week since my last entry, and people are starting to get on my junk about throwing up a new one. You all make it seem like it'd be entertaining to hear about how I take a six and a half minute walk to my Foundations of Mathematics each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Or maybe the fact that I consistently waddle into my Calc II class in the middle of the professor's prayer to start class. (Christian School thing for those are confused right now)

As you can see, Wetberg's World has been a little dry lately...nothing overly exciting. I've been busy serving as the Public Address man for the college's baseball and softball teams. I would love to just tear into Crown College athletics and question their legitimacy as a collegiate program. (Due to the shortened games, I had to suffer through announcing two games in a row as they try to get these painful games done in one day by scheduling doubleheaders. In these games, our girls who are currently four games over .500 plaster North Central and Crown with scores of 10-0, 10-3, 22-0, and 12-3 respectively. This is painful to watch, announce, ump, and probably play for both teams. The outcome is always inevitable. One game, a team took a lead in the top of the 1st inning and the dugout makes requests for pictures to be taken of the scoreboard. Doing this is probably their only hope at fooling respectable recruits to come and play for them as they play "David vs. Goliath" in every single game.) However, out of respect to the student athletes, coaches, parents, fans, and institutions, I'll choose to discuss a different array of topics. My goal for this blog is to share my perspective of things happening in my life. It is not to demean or put down anyone. (Especially for their lack of ability to have more than 3 batters in the lineup hitting above .200)

Moving on...many of you read the title for this post and are curious to where I'm going with it. I am experiencing many of the same thoughts as my fingers dance away on my laptop keypad. Well here's a try:

Here's what's happenin in Wetberg's World:

Last time, I left my seven faithful followers on the edge of their seats with a hint that I might discuss some experiences in my next blog (this one). Yeah....I lied. I have no intention of talking about any of that garbage. Today, I've lived a day that's worth a full blog entry in itself.

As a student-athlete here at Northwestern, I choose to be more of a student during the week and an athlete on the weekends. So this morning I woke up early to hit up some Saturday morning open gym. This open gym was very typical for us. We had two recruits visiting and everyone staggered into the gym exactly at the time we agreed to meet. An hour and a half of 90% effort passes. This happened less than twelve hours ago, and I am failing to remember a single thing of the first 90% of today's open gym. Personally, it was close to being a waste of my Saturday morning. My name of Wetberg (that is slowly catching on, YES! Finally a legitimate nickname! Not Lance-the-Pants or Dumb Jew) was being used in phrases like "Hey it's okay Wetberg. Keep trying." "Sure you're shooting like a blind ra-tard, but it's cool. You'll find it." I felt ashamed that I had ever been called anything regarding the word WET. Going into the last game, I had given myself the new name of "Dry-berg". This followed with "Ice-berg". The point is, My J was trash. This was so disheartening because without my jumper, I become 6'4" and 205 pounds of wasted space on the court.

As we decided to enter our last game, I decided it was time to turn it on. What does the name WETberg mean to me? How bad did I want my name back? I wanted it back like Travie McCoy wants to be a billionaire: So Frickin Bad! So the game began, and I was being defended by a tired Walt. Now, my philosophy on when to shoot the ball is as follows: "Miss until you make, and then make until you miss". In other words, Don't not shoot. So the first possession down the floor, I cast up a three, and by some miracle, it goes in. This happens the next time down the court as well as the next. During this process, I evolved from Dry-berg to moist-berg to Wetberg once again. This wetness I had re-attained was like crack to me. I was addicted. Little did I know, I proceeded to shoot every shot for our team in the pick-up game. Our team ended up losing 21-18, mostly because of my transformation from the Sahara Desert into a full-fledged black hole. That being said, a formal apology needs to be issued to my team I was playing with.

To Reep, Ross, Josh the recruit, and one other person (I forget because they failed to attempt any shots) (Oops! Sorry) :

My fellow teammates, I would like to take this moment to apologize for my selfish play in today's final game at Open Gym. My open gym etiquette in that game was both unspeakable and unforgivable. I broke one of the cardinal unwritten rules of open gym, "Don't be THAT guy". I was him. I'm not proud of it. Did I score 16 of our 18 points? Yes. Did I make over half my shots? Yes. However, knowing that my "teammates" wasted energy running up and down the floor each time only to watch me cast up another prayer of a shot. This my friends, breaks my heart. In high school, I was awarded "Mr. Assist" at our senior banquet. This morning, I earned "Biggest Ego" and "Fastest trigger" and "Ball-Hog Grand Champion" and "Mr. Never-pass-on-an-open-look" and "Closest resemblance to an AK-47" and "Mr. Black Hole". The list of awards goes on and on...but to continue with my apology I would like to say that my performance was an embarrassment to myself,my family, my team, the wet quartet, Northwestern College, the NCCAA, John Stockton, and every person who has ever seen the movie Hosiers and understood the 5 pass per possession offensive strategy. I ask for forgiveness and for my old role as towel waver. I'd also like to have the opportunity to feel free to shoot a couple times per game, but vow to never again shoot more than 90% of my team's shots. (Thank you Ross for driving an making a lay-up for our 12th and 13th point. This saves me the embarrassment of saying I shot every single shot!)

Today, I shared the ball like an only child shares his xbox and games....he doesn't. You have to wait until he's out of town for the weekend to log a few hours of NCAA football, where Ironically i enjoy playing the quarterback and passing on EVERY play. Thanks Lib. Hope you had a fun weekend bro. Living alone for one night turned me into an animal, a savage beast. Come home. I miss you. No homo.

Now that I'm back and have gathered myself from that emotional outburst back there, I'm ready to conclude this blog entry. (I'm Sorry you all had to see that side of me). This entry is becoming long in a hurry, so I need to cut it off here. I regret the fact that I haven't been able to share the redeeming half of my day, but to that I say, "Another day, Another Dollar". Stay tuned for my next entry which will be up soon highlighting a special night with a special someone in great detail.

Is it possible to highlight something in great detail? I'll let you be the judge....a-a-and I'm the case.

So on that note, I'm out for the night. I hope I momentarily quenched your thirst for What's Happenin' in Wetberg's World.

Stay wet my friends, and don't be THAT guy at open gym that I decided to be.

Peace n Blessing ya'll,

Wetberg

P.S. Enjoy these Jim Rome Rants. Possibility for an "Open Gym Guy"?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMfqbR8Ujlk&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MfjwTtxdmac
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LeZmHhPxuI&feature=related